Chapter 71 Fors: There is an assassin!Title of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2074 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-22 18:34:22
At two o'clock in the afternoon, there was a knock on Lu Mingfei's "mansion" at the junction of Cherwood District and East District. Because of Jenny and Della's sudden impulse, the two maids were busy in the kitchen dealing with the hell painting, so Lu Mingfei had to open the door himself to greet the visitors, and showed a surprised expression:
"Miss Fors?"
"Congratulations on your new home, Mr. Ricardo." The girl smiled a gentle and perfunctory smile. Her small lady's hat and slightly curled brown hair swayed with her movements. Her light blue eyes were hidden in the shadow cast by the brim of her hat. Although she was pretty, her face was full of helplessness of being coerced. She whispered softly, "Excuse me for visiting. This is a gift."
On the surface, he was visiting a friend, but in reality, he was kicked out of the house by a 1.5-meter-tall irritable dwarf for exercise? Lu Mingfei took the two bottles of red wine tied with ribbons from Fors's hand. Although they were not carefully packaged, they were Caraud white wines from the label. They were produced from Caraud winery in the Champagne province of Intis, and were famous for their mid- to high-end wines.
"Thank you." Lu Mingfei understood the pain of being forced to exercise in such a hot day, so he didn't ask how the other party knew this place. He quickly moved aside and invited the girl to come in and rest:
"Come in, coffee or tea? Or should we open these two bottles of wine?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes fell on the closed kitchen. The sound of the two maids' flat shoes stepping on the wooden floor was like a cowhide drum with a big hole in it being quickly beaten. It was dull and disturbing, so he added in a low voice: "If you don't want to drink, I suggest you choose black tea. This is the only thing my two maids can offer."
That sounds so miserable! Fors sat upright on the sofa opposite Lu Mingfei, observing the boy who was more well-dressed than before while looking around.
Because in the description of the Backlund Daily, the mysterious and handsome Viscount Ricardo is simply the opposite sex counterpart of "Backlund's most dazzling gem". Even in this foggy city, he appears with the bright sunshine and refreshing floral fragrance. The butterflies that only exist in the suburbs are eager to cross the factory area that is enough to kill them, just to come to them and dance, and finally end peacefully in the pearl-like tears of the hero/heroine.
But when Fors finally reunited with the boy, she discovered...
He is still the same idiot who would bring fruits and the author's own works to apologize, at most he has become a little more handsome.
"Then let's have black tea." Fors paused, decided to consider her weight a little more, and added: "No sugar or milk."
"Okay." Lu Mingfei stood up, took a deep breath at the kitchen door, opened a gap, and whispered, "Jenny, two cups of Marquis black tea. Whoever of you is cleaner, come out and save the day for me… Forget it, give me the tea and hot water, I'll do it myself."
So, under Fors's curious gaze, a hand with water beads stretched out from the kitchen and handed out tea leaves, a kettle, tea sets, and snacks with East District characteristics. Lu Mingfei went back and forth several times to display them on the coffee table in front of the two of them, and finally sat down dejectedly:
"I'm sorry to make you laugh."
"No, it's okay." Fors suppressed her smile. The impression of the nobles in her head completely disappeared. She no longer tensed her back and even took the initiative to help put snacks on the table while the other party was making tea. Finally, holding the teacup, she said, "This makes me feel a lot more relaxed. I heard roughly from Xio that you took two girls away from Darkholm. The neighbors around said that you treated them very well... Of course, the nearby residents also have a high opinion of you."
"I thought they would call me an idiot." Lu Mingfei also held a teacup. He never bargained when buying things here, often brought fruits to share with the children, gave away the furniture cleared from the villa for free, and sometimes treated the homeless who were too poor to dinner.
"Xiu also reminded me that you can pity them, but don't trust them."
"Kindness can sometimes be betrayed, but not everyone will be betrayed." Fors said with emotion, "I have also come to the East District with Xio… This cup is in honor of your kindness."
The cups clinked together gently, but no one drank the hot tea boldly, they just took a sip and put it back. The two chatterboxes rarely fell silent, and Lu Mingfei's thoughts were scattered as usual. He followed the topic and thought about everything he saw in the East District, and also thought about the new book that the girl had conceived under his "reminder" -
If a famous writer is willing to describe the suffering of the East End, are there any nobles willing to lend a hand? Even if it is just a little bit, it will be a blessing to this barren land of the East End.
I don't know whether the other party will agree.
Fors saw the boy's hesitation. In some ways, the author, the detective, and the audience were all similar. They all used various details to figure out the original story. However, unlike the latter two, who needed clues, the former was more imaginative and romantic, so her speech was also a bit romantic:
"I heard that in Winter County, because of the freezing weather, as soon as you open your mouth to speak, it turns into ice and snow, and the other party can't hear you, so they have to go home and slowly roast it to listen... Today's afternoon is very long, I am willing to listen to you slowly."
In the middle of summer, Backlund seemed to be blowing a cold wind with a whistle. There was light snow outside the window, but the two of them hid in the warm house, each holding a cup of hot tea, telling the story of "Spring will come". The flowers, plants and trees were growing rapidly, and the bright sunshine shone in the mist that was completely different from the industrial smoke. The water droplets condensed on the leaves were colorful.
"You are so gentle and reliable, Miss Fors." Even without the help of the "audience" state, Lu Mingfei's anxiety was still calmed down, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Fors continued to smile: "So, what do you want to say?"
"Regarding the story of 'Grandma Liu Visits the Grand View Garden' that I mentioned last time, has Miss Fors started writing yet?" Lu Mingfei simply spoke his mind.
The teacup and the saucer made a crisp collision sound. Fors, who was still a gentle big sister a second ago, had a stiff expression. Her light blue eyes were full of disbelief. She secretly exerted force on her calves, wishing she could run away right then and there.
This guy turned out to be an assassin sent by the editor to urge submission of manuscripts!
I walked into a trap?!
"Good afternoon, good evening, good night, Viscount Ricardo, have a nice life!" The dove-like part of Fors' soul burned like crazy, and he spat out a series of greetings like a machine gun. He put on his hat and prepared to leave. "I have something important to discuss with Xio."
Lu Mingfei quickly stopped him and shouted, "I'm not here to urge you to submit your manuscript!"
"Just kidding." The girl sat down again, picked up the teacup as if nothing had happened, and smiled, "I just forgot to tell Xio when to pick me up."Chapter 72 New Book and SurpriseTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2025 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-22 18:34:40
"...I am an 'audience'." Lu Mingfei has said this more than once. Last time, he reminded Bishop Elektra not to make up "the things that Viscount Ricardo and the noble lady cannot say" in front of him. But judging from recent developments, the Bishop no longer cares about his facial expressions being read.
I always feel that Fors is not far from that realm.
"...I understand." The girl softened completely, and she looked like she could only enjoy the moment if she couldn't resist. "I've heard of this method. It's basically about guessing what someone is thinking by looking at their expression, right?"
"Almost. After the promotion, I don't even need to look at his expression." Lu Mingfei said.
"Gu…" Fors made the sound of a defeated female knight and muttered softly, "What a foul."
"I envy the 'apprentice' too. Now that I can open the door, maybe I can turn it into Doraemon's Anywhere Door in the future. I can make money in Backlund and spend it in Tingen. It's so convenient just to think about it." Lu Mingfei lamented that there was no "apprentice" in his original selection sequence, otherwise he might not have become a spectator. Then he realized: "Sorry, I said something you don't understand again."
"If you want to tell me its story..."
"That's too much to tell. Miss Hugh couldn't finish it even if she came to pick you up."
"Forget it, let's talk about it someday when we have time." Although Fors was an author who had to meet deadlines to submit manuscripts, she actually hated the pain of having to finish a story halfway, so she shook her head and said, "Let's talk about the 'new book'. Although I promised you an excessive amount of royalties, you don't seem to be short of money."
No, I'm so short of it. Lu Mingfei couldn't help but sigh, and finally gave up the idea of asking for the royalties. Instead, he explained his own thoughts. Since the story itself described "poor relatives gaining experience in the rich district", Lu Mingfei hoped that Fors could add a detailed description of the East District at the end, such as the protagonist being robbed upon returning to the East District, or feeling pity for the neighbors around him, but finding that no matter what he did, his life would not change…
"Wait." Fors covered her forehead with her hands. "I roughly understand what you mean, but have you read my "Storm Manor"? "
"…Not yet. I'll read it when I have time." Lu Mingfei also made the sound of a pigeon.
The girl didn't care. "To put it simply, I'm a romance writer, barely touching on mystery, the supernatural, and the like... I'm not really good at nonfiction, and Backlund's readers don't really like this kind of story."
"I understand. Wouldn't it be fine if we just wrote it lightly at the beginning and ensured sales?"
"Isn't this just luring readers in and killing them?!"
"No?"
"I will die!" Fors shook her head frantically. "I will definitely die! Even if I am not tied to the stake and burned to death as a witch who has committed many evil deeds, my reputation will definitely be ruined. Then I will be homeless on the streets and starve to death in an empty corner of Backlund… Then I will definitely betray you!"
"So exaggerated?" Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered that there were extraordinary people in this world, and it was not impossible to beat someone "through the Internet cable", so he grinned and said helplessly: "Forget it then…"
"Thank you, Viscount Ricardo, for showing mercy." Fors breathed a sigh of relief, both for herself and for Backlund's readers. "It's great that you can give up this idea. I was really worried that you would find someone else to write for you. However… I can describe the slums in the story in detail. How much of a role it can play depends on luck."
"Thank you so much, Miss Fors." Lu Mingfei thought this was good. "When do you plan to start writing?"
"I'm writing it. I'm writing it." The girl held her head high, revealing a confidence that even the "audience" couldn't find any flaws in. She babbled, "You'll be able to see it in a few months."
Lu Mingfei felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, but he chose to believe the result of his own observation and raised his teacup to wish: "Then congratulations in advance to Miss Fors on the success of her new book. I don't need to share the profits."
"...I still have to give you my share of the profits." The girl clinked her glasses with him guiltily, "After all, I am happy to contribute to the East District."
She actually didn't want to write at all.
After finishing Stormwind Heights, Fors never thought about starting a new book. For someone who didn't know which would come first, tomorrow or death, and whose desires were not strong, the royalties from a best-selling book were enough to keep her lying down for a long time.
Saving money is a struggle against desire, and making money is a negotiation with life span. Since she has no desires and a high probability of not having much life span, making herself live comfortably is her first choice. Even the new book she wants to write on a whim is only planned to be published on the eve of a full moon night, to put a full stop to the life of an "artist"...
Fors was 23 years old, but she lived the life of an old person. She had never asked the boy's age, but she could see the dream burning like fire. In the lines drawn by the dim sunlight and dust, the guy who was like a rootless duckweed a few days ago finally took root and planned to become the sunshine that illuminates the lives of others.
"I, who thought I was a creator, murdered romance." The girl lowered her head, then raised her light blue eyes, took a deep breath and promised: "Next month, I will definitely let you see my new book published!"
"But there are only twelve days left this month." Lu Mingfei didn't want to discourage the other party, but he had to remind him: "And the 27th is a full moon."
"Well…whatever. I've gotten through it before." Fors waved her hand.
"No." Lu Mingfei shook his head. "Although I haven't found any clues about Man Yue's whispers, I'm likely to be able to help in this regard."
The power of his younger brother and the gray fog space of the fake evil god, one of these two must be effective, right? If possible, Lu Mingfei still hoped that Lu Mingze could play a role. After all, he had not discussed the matter of borrowing the venue with Klein, so it would not be a good idea to just pull someone up.
"You are so gentle and reliable, Mr. Ricardo." Fors said the same thing to the boy without asking the specific method. She smiled and said, "I am really glad to meet you."
The fog in Backlund was cold and smelly, just like the water in the Tussock River, washing over every young person with fire burning in their chest. The blazing flames that maintained their lofty ideals were always inevitably extinguished, and even the hearts with residual warmth turned into cold hard stones. After a long time, they were squeezed and rubbed by life, turning from hideous gravel into a smooth appearance like a goose egg, and finally there were no more waves...
"Oh no, sir!" The dirty maid suddenly rushed out of the kitchen, disturbing the quiet and peaceful atmosphere:
"I saw Miss Dilcha being taken away by the patrolman!",Chapter 73 Minor InjuryTitle of the Book: Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be God Author's name: Abandoned. Chapter word count: 2014 words Update time: 2025-06-23 18:37:20
After hearing the maid's report, their first reaction was that it was impossible.
Who is Miss Hugh Dilcher? She is the famous "Arbitrator" of the East District. Countless civilians are waiting for her to help them get justice. A quarter of the underworld wants her to be the third party to mediate gang conflicts. In addition, the force brought by the magic potion...
One slap to the shoulder, two punches to the head and she was sent to the hospital. Who would be so blind as to call the police to arrest her? What's even more outrageous is that Xiu confessed his crime and accepted the punishment!
"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" Fors ran to the kitchen in an unladylike manner, holding up her skirt. She didn't pay any attention to the chaotic environment inside and looked out the window at the street. Unfortunately, there were no patrolmen on the road, and even few pedestrians. So she could only look back at the two embarrassed maids and asked without thinking:
"Are you sure the person who was taken away was Xio? A creature that was 1.5 meters tall, had messy yellow hair, two eyes, and a nose, and looked like a human female?"
The strange adjective confused Jenny, but fortunately Della beside her reacted quickly and nodded, "Yes, it's Miss Dilcha. We have seen her at Mr. Darkholm's place before."
"This shouldn't be the case…" Fors muttered, pinching her chin in disbelief.
Lu Mingfei, who hurriedly followed in, remembered Xio's previous complaints - even the police were reluctant to set foot in chaotic areas like the East District where there were many gangsters with guns, and the guys who were responsible for the Poor Law patrols every day were all unlucky people in the police station. If you want to "uphold justice" here, you either have to ask Xio for an "arbitrator" or go to the gangs...
As for the police?
That costs money!
Excluding the criminals in the city or even the country who are on the wanted list, petty thieves, robbers and the like are not worthy of the police. If you want to teach them a lesson and put them in jail for a period of time, it is also very simple. The reporter just needs to pay the "attendance fee".
"It's probably because he's listed with the Nighthawks." Lu Mingfei gave his guess, "Wait here for a while, I'll go out and ask about the details."
He walked straight out of the house and asked the familiar neighbors around him, but didn't get any useful information. He only knew that Hugh was indeed taken away by the patrol police. As for who called the police and what exactly happened, even the well-informed Mr. Cooper didn't know.
So Lu Mingfei had no choice but to walk to a tavern a little further away, dispel the strong smell of alcohol and smoke, break into the built-in chess and card room, and pat the shoulder of a young man who was playing "Fighting Evil" and said: "Ramsey, which safe house is Darkholm in today?"
"Ah?" The young man who had a good hand of cards didn't react. He half-rolled up his sleeves and wanted to get mad. It was not until he saw Lu Mingfei's face that he suddenly became submissive. He waved to the other card players to say they would play again later and whispered, "The boss's safe house… I'll take you there directly."
The poker friends around him had not yet completely left the house, so Ramsay certainly did not dare to publicly reveal the location of his boss. Moreover, the reason why he stayed in this tavern was to bring the other party's request to Darkholme when Lu Mingfei needed it, or even directly to the safe house. Ramsay acted as a messenger in the previous purchase of the windbreaker and mask.
"No need." Lu Mingfei shook his head. "Ask Darkholm to help me investigate the arrest of Hugh Dilcha, and then send the results to me… Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard, it's not hard!" Ramsay waved his hands quickly, patting his chest. "I promise to send the news to your home in the shortest possible time!"
Backlund East District might be the largest area in the entire city. New members are added every day for various reasons, but most of those who can gain a foothold here are "old acquaintances." They may have close relationships or be hostile to each other, but they can quickly find out what troubles they are in without investigation.
So, less than two hours later, Ramsay, sweating profusely, knocked on the door of Lu Mingfei's house. The young man was not moved by the three young girls in the house at all, and only wanted to go back to the tavern to continue organizing the card game, so he left in a hurry after getting the consent of the owner of the house...
"Thank you, Mr. Ricardo." Fors, who had already gone through all the contacts she knew during this period, thanked him quietly and picked up the investigation report issued by Darkholm: "Let me see what happened. If I can't get the appellant to withdraw his report to the police, I can only contact other nobles through my identity as a writer."
She knew that Lu Mingfei's status as a viscount had not yet been confirmed through the "introduction ceremony", and the only nobleman who had contact with him was the "most dazzling gem in Backlund". If she knew that lady herself, it would be fine to pay a certain price and ask her to help rescue him, but if Lu Mingfei wasted his "colleagues" who had not yet been established...
Fors felt that this favor was too heavy.
Lu Mingfei shook his head to reject the girl's idea of self-reliance. He stood behind her sofa and read the investigation report together. He continued, "There's no need to be so pessimistic. Besides, I promised to rescue Miss Xiu when she is arrested..."
But I didn't expect the other party to be arrested so quickly. Lu Mingfei lowered his head and read the investigation report silently. Fors wanted to invite him to sit next to her and read it together, but considering that they were both single and didn't want to waste time, she raised the paper a little higher -
The person who called the police was a gang leader in the East District. In addition to the old-fashioned protection fees, his businesses also involved medicine, controlling prostitutes, and lending. His location was closer to the center of the East District, and his scale was much larger than that of Darkholm. According to gossip, the job that Hugh received today was to "seek justice" for a borrower, because the gang leader changed the interest amount in the loan contract in order to kidnap the borrower's wife and daughter and replenish "fresh blood" for his brothel...
"Xiu didn't break his leg?!" Fors was surprised when he saw the words "minor injury" on the report. Then he realized something was wrong and said awkwardly, "I'm not saying that Xiu is a violent guy, but Mr. Ricardo, you have seen that such a villain should lie in bed for the rest of his life."
Or break his third leg. Lu Mingfei didn't say it in front of the girl. He took the report from her and read it again carefully. After confirming that there was no address of the gang leader's safe house, he comforted her:
"There is no serious harm involved and Hugh will be released soon as he withdraws his appeal.",Chapter 74 The Church is ReasonableTitle of the Book: Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be God Author's name: Abandoned. Chapter word count: 2070 words Update time: 2025-06-23 18:38:49
It was six o'clock in the afternoon, and it was not yet night. The street lights in Cherwood District had not yet been lit. The setting sun hung weakly beside the clock tower in the distance, and the oblique shadow cast by it was like a fallen giant, using its body to construct a road leading to the commercial district. Lu Mingfei stopped at the end of the shadow and said goodbye to Fors. He said that he would visit the gang leader later. If the other party was willing to withdraw the appeal, then everything would be happy; but if he was not willing, some other means would be needed...
The girl asked him to inform her as soon as the result was known. Lu Mingfei agreed with a smile and decided to fool the girl first.
"Tsk..." The boy stopped being a spectator until the other person left and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. He was not dissatisfied with Xio or Fors, but with Darkholm:
"You're not being honest..."
Most of the gangs in the East District know each other well. Even when it comes to secretive things like safe houses, they should have some guesses without the specific address. The wisdom of the cunning rabbit having three burrows is to expand the search range and make the guys who want to find the specific hiding place spend more manpower and resources. Unless there is a real feud, no one will waste precious manpower.
This was the reason why Xio was able to take Lu Mingfei directly to one of the safe houses in Darkholme when Lu Mingfei first came to the East District. The gang leader actually didn't care about the address of his safe house being exposed, he only cared about whether others knew which one he was.
"Don't be disappointed." Lu Mingfei slapped his cheeks to refresh himself. "This is the rule of the underworld. Everyone should give each other some space. Maybe we can sit together and share other people's territory in the future. Even if the 'Arbitrator' lady has done me a favor, that guy is just teaching her a small lesson. Compared to the righteous and stubborn third party, the 'neighbor' is more valuable... Fuck you!"
Doesn't this damn world know that "a drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water"? !
He thought he was "well-connected" in the East District. There were gangsters standing guard near his house, and the neighbors were not bad people. He could put on a mask and do justice at night. Even if he could only bring about some insignificant changes, it would be a great achievement in life.
But in the end, even though he knew he wanted to change the East District, he still chose the "rules of the road"...
"Sir..." A gentle voice came from the front. Della stood there hesitantly, her fingers entwined in front of her. The lace on her maid's skirt and her cheeks were stained with the color of the sunset. She seemed to be frightened by the boy's sudden swearing and ferocity. She took several deep breaths before she spoke reluctantly:
"Please, don't be disappointed with the East District."
After all, it's always like this here. Della lowered her eyes, and remembered that when she first met him at Darkholme's place, the changes in the boy's facial expressions were more exciting than a circus performance. Facing two disheveled girls, he hastily fastened his collar, and left in the rain with an umbrella, like a gust of wind, without leaving any trace.
"Uneducated people always believe in fate and destiny." The maid seemed to be talking to herself. She was usually sober, but maybe she had been fed too much chicken soup by Emperor Roselle. She looked a bit like a philosopher when she became serious. "I thought my fate with you was over, and I didn't know when I would be sold to the next owner. But you brought Jenny and me out of that place full of swords and guns, and you planned to help more people... You are really kind."
But kindness is useless. Lu Mingfei once heard that when a person has no good qualities to introduce during a blind date, the matchmaker will use adjectives such as honest, kind, and loyal, which are as general as the gentleness of the protagonist in a Japanese light novel. He doesn't like it at all.
"Thank you, Della." Lu Mingfei turned on the "audience" mode and showed a perfect smile, "You go back first, remember to lock the door, and be careful... I want to be alone."
No one here would ask "Who is Jingjing?". The people who could pick up this kind of cliché are either dead, leaving behind a lot of diaries for future generations to learn about mysticism and add to the fun; or they are far away in Tingen, and may not have finished get off work yet. Even if he changed the world, the boy would still be alone most of the time, and enjoy the feeling of this emotion acting as a tranquilizer for his anxiety and fatigue.
Now there is less than an hour left before the agreed time of "returning to St. Samuel's Church before seven o'clock", but Lu Mingfei has plenty of time to relax and debate whether to go directly to Audrey and ask her to help get Xio out of the police station.
"I can't open my mouth." He sighed softly, "The innocence that Earl Hall carefully protected and preserved was damaged because of this little thing. Just thinking about it makes me feel guilty."
"Then why don't you seek some more reliable help?" Archbishop Anthony suddenly appeared. Seeing the boy's expression change drastically and breathing with his mouth wide open, he said sadly, "I thought we had passed the stage of observing each other's expressions, greeting each other, and the transitions, and sublimated to the stage where we can read each other's thoughts with our eyes."
"I won't ask you how many 'long and difficult sentences' you have learned from me, Archbishop." Lu Mingfei covered his violently beating heart and said with difficulty: "You are not thinking of me as the object of playing the role of 'Fearful Archbishop', are you? I am glad to be a part of your digestion progress. Next time, remember to bring a few special medicines for treating heart disease."
"I thought you had noticed me a long time ago. After all, I chatted with your maid for a few words." The old man shrugged.
"Not at all!" Lu Mingfei grinned. He tried his best to recall but couldn't find the scene where Archbishop Anthony appeared. In the end, he could only move forward side by side with him helplessly. "You already know?"
The old man nodded: "Almost."
"You're trying to trick me with vague statements, aren't you?"
"almost."
"Although I respect you very much, my fist, which is as big as a sandbag, does not discriminate between the young and the old. If I can't beat you, I will pull out a few clumps of your hair..."
"Almost... cough cough." Archbishop Anthony coughed twice. He felt that if this continued, His Excellency the Favored One would really take action. In addition, the boy's emotions had been basically adjusted, so he said seriously: "Before asking Miss Audrey for help, have you forgotten your identity?"
"The one favored by the goddess?" Lu Mingfei thought about starting with the church, but he still shook his head: "No, Your Excellency the Archbishop, we in the Church of Darkness are reasonable."
"Well... sometimes you don't have to be so reasonable when dealing with bad policemen who charge 'attendance fees' and gangsters who bite back." The old man smiled, holding a badge between his index and middle fingers. The background was dark black, dotted with bright stars, and surrounded by a half crimson moon, which was shining in the sunset.
"Ms. Daly's onboarding process is a bit slow. You have two hours to deal with these 'troubles'."Chapter 75: Fishing for peopleTitle of the Book: Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be God Author's name: Abandoned. Chapter word count: 2006 words Update time: 2025-06-24 18:17:56
Since the revision of the Poor Law in 1336, in order to "prevent the poor from becoming dependent on relief and becoming scoundrels", the East District of Backlund has begun to have a police station. However, unlike the several wealthy districts in the west and north, the police station here is not professional at all. The facade has never been repaired since the day it was completed. Now it looks like an old man in his twilight years, with a hunchback and a face covered in dust. The words on the bronze plaque are blurred, and the crooked letters can't even spell out the complete word "public security"...
The two police officers on duty today were just like those often seen in stories, one fat and one thin, huddled in a room that was both a police station and a temporary detention center, puffing away in cigarettes. The tobacco mixed with paper wrappers was particularly choking, but it was also a thousand times better than the smell of wastewater outside.
"Fu--" Harold, the thin policeman, blew out a long white mist, adding more dust to the glass cover of the kerosene lamp. He glanced behind the grille not far away and said in a low voice, "Is this really the famous Hugh Dilcher? Something is wrong."
"Blonde hair, female, 1.5 meters tall... it's her." Fat policeman Tom was not so particular, puffing smoke as he spoke, "So what if it's her? So what if it's not her? The person who called the police wanted to arrest her is her."
"No, what I mean is that the brothers before didn't even see her..."
"But you are standing there and surrendering yourself this time?"
"right."
After listening to this, Tom cast his eyes on his colleagues with a look of scrutiny of a psychopath, shook today's Backlund Daily, and folded the news about the upcoming opening of the "most dazzling gem of Backlund" psychological clinic to the top, showing the euphemism that a Backlund gentleman should have - in the past, they would probably have to run around the East District for several days for the 5-pound "attendance fee", and it would be fine if they didn't secretly feel happy to meet such a straightforward "caller" and "criminal", but they also considered whether there was something wrong...
"Even if she wants to sneak into the prison in the North District and work with the prisoners inside to create a nationwide prison break, it has nothing to do with us. Once she is sent to the North District tomorrow, this matter will be completely over for us." Tom said, raising his chin again, revealing his almost invisible neck, and shouted to the girl in the prison:
"Ms. Dilcha, since we brought you dinner, just don't reveal what the brothers said today when you break out of the prison."
Psycho...Xiu couldn't help but roll her eyes, hugging her knees and huddling in the corner of the wall with her hands, her whole face buried in her knees. With her petite figure, at first glance, she looked like a kitten abandoned in a cold and rainy night. The two evil policemen outside were just scumbags who kicked a cardboard box as they passed by with umbrellas.
But in fact, the fat and thin policemen were the ones who were afraid, just like the trainers who watched over the wild animals through the cages in the circus, they were already terrified standing outside, and they would never dare to go in and do anything to her. So Hugh's short prison life was quite comfortable. When Tom and Hadlow had dinner with the "attendance fee" they received today, they also brought her a portion...
For the sake of dinner, the girl pursed her lips. Just as she was about to say something, she heard a creak. The door seemed to be blown open by the wind, and a clean and somewhat unusual smell broke into the space filled with choking cigarette smell.
The brass lock on the wooden door was still rattling, and the shadow of a young man had already broken into the doorway. The stars and the crimson moon, symbolizing the Church of Night, adorned his black and red priest robe. A corner of the hem was lifted by the wind, revealing his straight trouser line and well-maintained leather shoes.
"Gentlemen!" Lu Mingfei walked into the police station with his head held high and his chest puffed out. On his face was a warm smile that a clergyman should have. The dim light in the room seemed to give him a golden edge. He said politely before using force: "I'm sorry to take away your only 'prisoner'."
The fat and thin police officers and even Hugh who was huddled in the corner were stunned. The room was surprisingly quiet, with only the tiny explosions from the burning paper in the tobacco and the industrial-smelling sound of the wind.
Lu Mingfei couldn't help but frown. He took two steps forward and tapped the table lightly with his index finger. The sound was crisp, but it was like the hammer of an alarm clock hitting a copper cover. Eventually, the sharp sound penetrated the nerves and brought the two policemen back to their senses.
Tom showed an agility that was not in line with his body shape. His butt bounced off the chair in an instant, and his cigarette butt was thrown to the ground. He kicked it twice before saluting, "Sir!"
"Sir!" Hadro also stood up and almost swallowed the cigarette butt in his mouth, "You..."
The Night Watchmen of the Church of Evernight are usually listed in the police system as special operations teams, just like the Tingen Night Watchmen Department where Klein is located. It is a joint document of the "Blackthorn Security Company" and the "Seventh Group of the Special Operations Department of the Ahowa County Police Department of the Kingdom of Loen". It is not supervised by ordinary police and is directly under the Goddess's arbitration tribunal.
Lu Mingfei still underestimated the position of the Church of Night in the secular authority. Even if he didn't wear the Holy Emblem of Night that symbolized the followers, this priest robe was enough to intimidate the East District police. So he silently put the hand holding the Holy Emblem back into his pocket and said in a deep voice:
"No need to call me sir."
"Yes!" ×2
"You caught my informant." Lu Mingfei sighed that he was not the protagonist of the show-off type. The two policemen in front of him surrendered without even a second's resistance. He continued, "Can I take her away?"
"this..."
"According to the laws of the Kingdom of Loen, the defendant can almost be acquitted if he obtains a letter of forgiveness. I will ask the appellant to provide a letter of forgiveness." He walked past the two policemen and came to the dilapidated cell. He squatted down and looked at the girl who was still in a daze. "Long time no see, Hugh... Your expression is so interesting. It is almost the same as that of Ikari Shinji who was bullied by the cruel world and fell into autism."
Xio's mind was a little confused for the moment: "Who?"
"The pilot in the hospital is not a good person, so there is no need to remember him." Lu Mingfei said, waving his hand behind him. The fat police officer immediately trotted over to hand over the key, opened the door and urged: "There is still an hour and a half left, we have to hurry up."
"…You really managed to find it." The girl stood up on her knees and brushed off the dust on her knight's uniform. "I thought it was Fors… Thank you."
"She is worried about you too." Lu Mingfei said, "And if you were not a nominal member of the church, you wouldn't have to come in and thank me."
"I still have to thank you for wasting so much time here." Xio shook his head, then put on a vicious expression, rubbing his hands and saying:
"That guy Tolin was unwilling to waive the unreasonable interest rates for borrowers even though he had money to bribe the police. He really went easy on me before!"